Cold Wife Novels & Stories

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

"You guys are finally back? I was about to go out and look for you. I was really worried that if something happens to you guys" Aunt Li invited them both to the house and kept talking on their way. *Achoo! *Achoo! Cherry kept sneezing all the way. "Auntie can Cherry have a warm bath? She had been exposed to the rain for too long" Lucy looked at Cherry and her red face. Cherry caught cold very easily since her childhood and Lucy knew that. "You!" Aunt Li looked at both of them and shook her head. "No! Auntie! Let Lucy have the warm bath first.. It’s… *Achoo!..It’s her mothers’ death…*Achoo! Anniversary and she.. *Achoo! She must be fine."

The freezer began to hum loudly to life. The comment section exploded. "Oh my god, 68 degrees Fahrenheit? Is she trying to freeze Tristan and Daisy to death?" "Daisy's face is already pale, and there's frost on her eyelashes. Good thing Tristan is holding her tight, and they're even kissing. That's so sweet!" "Relax. The temperature of the freezer can be controlled remotely. Tristan has his phone, so he adjusted the settings back." Just then, David stepped up to stop me. "I think I saw the freezer move. What if the thief is hiding in there?

I was disappearing, ounce by ounce, and part of me found it fascinating. The cold had become a living thing inside me, coiled at the base of my spine, radiating outward. I shivered constantly, even when the cellar wasn’t particularly cold. The chill had sunk deep, colonizing my marrow, turning my bones to ice. The cold wasn’t just in my bones now—it was in my voice, my thoughts, the way I calculated Clarksdale’s weaknesses with frostbite precision. It was the kind of cold that made you wonder if you’d ever be warm again.